Come To Me by LaVerne Thompson Page A

moved beside the bed
and saw the iPadthat lay on the
nightstand. He turned it on, typed on it, then handed it to her.
    ‘How are you feeling?’
    “I’m
fine,” she said. “But I’m sorry I don’t recognize anything.”
    He
squeezed her shoulders and then kissed her nose. Stepping back from her, he
typed again. ‘Don’t worry about it. It
will come back to you in time. Are you hungry?’
    The
hospital had served her breakfast but it had looked unappealing so she didn’t
eat it. She realized she was hungry now. “Yes, I can go for something.”
    Baron
suddenly pulled his phone out of his back pocket.
    She watched his
mouth move. Frankly, what she wanted to do was kiss those full lips of his. She
grinned at the thought and sat on the bed looking around the room. Nothing
there seemed familiar. Baron finished his call and sat next to her.
    “Everything
okay?” she asked.
    He
nodded. Then typed on the iPad. ‘Yes,
that was Tony. I told him not to stop by the hospital, that we’re home.’
    She
realized there was only one way to deal with her fears. She needed to talk to
Tony. The sooner the better. Jasmine couldn’t move forward with Baron until her
memories returned or until she knew that Tony was not a factor in their
relationship. Stupid maybe, but she was too confused. She didn’t want to upset either
man needlessly.
    “Can
he join us for lunch? I don’t want to go out, though. Do we have anything
here?”
    “Okay,”
he mouthed.
    She
noted a strange look in his eyes but this time she couldn’t quite interpret if it
was hurt or anger. So she tried to explain. The last thing she wanted to do was
bring pain to this man. She suspected that she did love him, but she had
questions and only Tony could really answer them for her. “I have some
questions,” she said. “I’m trying to remember the night of the accident. What
was I doing with Tony? Where were you?”
    His
fingers flew across the electronic tablet, she stood up and read it. ‘I was out of town and Tony took you to
dinner.’
    “Okay.”
    He
stared at her and then typed again. ‘I’ll
call him back and see if he can come for dinner.’
    She
smiled. “Thank you.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
    Chapter
Twelve
          
    Lunch
was a disaster. He’d ordered a couple of tuna sandwiches on marble rye from
the deli down the road and had gone to pick it up. It was her favorite, and
while he thought she enjoyed the sandwich, she’d been really quiet. He’d done
all the talking via the iPad, and then they moved to sit on the couch, he
carried the tablet over with him and sat beside her.
    “How
did we meet?” she asked.
    ‘We fell in love before we’d ever met, ’
he wrote.
    “Huh?”
    ‘I fell in love with you from talking with
you on the phone. You manage this condo building and we spoke on the phone all
the time.’
    Her
eyebrows rose. She looked at him like he was nuts. He smiled and continued. ‘Yeah, I did. And you fell in love with me,
too.’
    “Too
bad I can’t hear your voice.”
    Her
words hurt him to the core. She was right.
    She
looked sadly at him. “I’m sorry, my head’s pounding. I think I need to take my
medicine.”
    He
nodded and rose to get the meds on the counter. He filled a glass of water and
handed her both. After taking her medicine, she went to their bedroom, alone.
He watched her turn away from him. A muscle inside his chest clenched so hard
he had to rub his hand against it. Would that ache ever go away, he wondered.
    When
he came into the room to wake her up after a couple of hours, it almost killed
him not to crawl into bed beside her. But she wasn’t ready for that and it was
time for her to get up anyway. Baron thought it wasn’t good for her to sleep
too long. She might not be able to sleep tonight. He sat on the bedside and
brushed her hair out of her face. She opened her eyes and stared at him, then
smiled. For a